He Talks You Through It Again..
He murmured reassuringly, his fingers carefully drawing light, teasing circles on your sensitive clit. His touch caused soft whimpers of his name to spill from your parted, plump lips while his plump lips soothed your hot skin with wet kisses.
You nestled comfortably between his legs, your back snug against his warm, bare chest while he leaned against the headboard. With your head gently resting against his right shoulder blade, a rush of euphoric shivers cascaded through your entire body. His left hand gently settled on the curve of your left knee, and his thumb began tracing tender strokes along the surface. In the mirror attached to the dresser thoughtfully positioned in front of the bed, designed for moments like these, he couldn't resist watching the tender expressions on your face.
"That's it, baby. Keep em' open just like that.."
Your legs were spread open just like he wanted, with easy access to the sweet lips he enjoyed drinking the nectar from. Those silky, wet brown folds wrapped around his finger as he teasingly slid up and down your slit.
"You always keep this shit so wet for daddy.."
He spoke in that smooth, resonant baritone voice that always made your heart skip a beat. His lips moved with a mesmerizing precision, his well-groomed beard brushing against your skin with gentle strokes. His ears perked up at the sounds of your pretty moans he cherished deeply. The room seemed to vibrate with those moans blending harmoniously with the seductive whispers he breathed into your ear.
He couldn't help but let out a breathy moan himself as the warmth of your walls sucked his fingers in like a trap. Once again, you felt your pussy naturally conforming to his touch, as if every inch of your being was made to fit the shape and movement of his fingers. Your body always welcomed him effortlessly, his touch bringing a wave of relaxation that spread through you like a soothing balm. You felt safe and comfortable in his presence, and your body mirrored that by the way it responded to his embrace.
"Damn baby, you don't know what you're doin' to me.."
The way he melted into you left him feeling weak more than you could imagine. His body shivered listening to the soft gasps from you. As much as you were being pleasured, he found himself lost in his own euphoric cloud. The heat and wetness that enveloped his fingers made him let out his own gasps and moans, the sound mingling with yours. He was captivated by the sight of your pleasure, which only amplified his own. Watching you slowly lose yourself, feeling your walls pulse around him, hearing your voice fill the air. It gave him that fluttery feeling in his stomach and chest and was almost enough to bring him close to release.
"You hear that? That's that pussy beggin' for me to make it nut."
"Please," you pleaded, your voice a quivering whisper as his fingers kept grazing that perfect spot causing your breath to hitch and your body to arch involuntarily. His fingers played you like a finely tuned instrument, and the gushy sounds echoed through the room creating a wet symphony.
"Mmm, I love to hear you beg for me too.."
You could practically hear his lips curve into that devious smile before he pressed an open mouth kiss under your ear. His tongue could not help but trace a path from that spot and trace the outer shell of your ear. His dark brown eyes flickered up towards the mirror while he did so. Your lips parted slightly letting out a light gasp.
The slick sound your pussy made was not as loud as the silence that hung heavily from you. How could he expect you to talk when his touch left you breathless, your mind blank from the overwhelming pleasure? He arched an eyebrow at your silence. Nothing vexed him more than feeling as though he was speaking to himself when his words were meant for you.
"Talk to me baby, I'm listenin'.."
"You k-keep hittin' my spot, I f-feel like I'm go-gonna pee…" you stammered. The stroke of his fingers made it nearly impossible to form coherent words. Your right hand instinctively reached down to grasp his and your left hand found his thigh, muscles taut and sculpted beneath your touch. You struggled to stay in control, your fingers shaking as you balance between holding on tight and giving in. It was the best you could do since running wasn't an option. You knew from his threat during your last session he would only find a way to push his fingers deeper into your soul.
"Mmm, but that's what I want, my love.."
He placed another soft kiss on your ear. His pointer finger gently cradled the bottom of your left cheek, with his pinky mirroring the action on the right. His middle and ring fingers, however, delved deeply into you. Those fingers began to curve gently, creating a subtle, teasing motion that caused heat to pool within you. After a few delicate movements, he suddenly shifted to a more vigorous rhythm, shaking his fingers up and down earning loud moans from you. His left arm encircled your torso firmly, holding you securely in place as your back arched against him once more. The strength of his grip against your soft skin grounded you making you surrender to him.
"Right here?" he questioned rhetorically, his voice a low murmur.
"Fuuuuccckkkkk.." You squirmed in his hold, unable to stay still as the pleasure overtook you. Your grip on his thigh tightened, while your grasp on his right hand became increasingly erratic, slipping and fumbling in response to the pace of his fingers.
"Ain't nowhere to go baby, I gotchu. Just let it go, let daddy have that nut.."
As if his voice wielded an irresistible command over your body, a rush of juices flowed naturally, coating his hand and dripping onto the sheets below. His fingers continued their wild, relentless movements, each stroke intensifying the sensations and sending your pleasure spiraling to new heights.
"Mmm, there you go baby. That's it.."
"Oh my fucking God,' You whimpered breathlessly, your brows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and desperation. Your gaze was locked downward, almost hypnotized by the sight of his fingers pumping in and out of you with relentless rhythm. He fucked you through your nut with no mercy.
"Fuck, look at that shit. You see that baby?"
He watched with you, his eyes tracing every contour of your flushed skin as the palm of his hand filled with your essence, droplets spilling onto the smooth, satin black sheets below. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded, silently urging him to continue.
"Look up and look at me,"
He demanded, his voice carrying an edge that left no room for disobedience.
You closed your eyes tightly, a reflexive attempt to evade his command, and shook your head 'no' with determination. You simply couldn't bring yourself to listen; your body felt too weak, too consumed by the way he twisted and turned your insides.
His hand found its way to your jaw, its touch gentle yet firm as it lifted your chin, compelling your gaze to meet his reflected image in the mirror. Despite your reluctance, his stare drew you in, holding you hostage under his eyes.
"Daddy needs you to nut until there's nothing left, you understand?"
I would simply pass away in his arms if he did this to me..
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